Dec 10 2008
If we are mark’d to lose this 604 Blog Awards campaign, we are enow
To do our blogosphere loss; and if to win the Best Politics Site or Blog Award,
The fewer social media evangelists, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for web traffic,
Nor care I who doth receive traffic from my blog;
It yearns me not if men my feedburner counter draws down;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from Vancouver.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, bloggers of Metro Vancouver, through the Currents blog,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him un-friend me; his passport shall be made,
And the cost of web hosting put into his purse;
We would not be defeated in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to go down with us.
This day is call’d the Best of 604 Awards voting deadline.
He that votes for jnarvey.com, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of 604.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is 604.’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say ‘These wounds I had on 604’s day.’
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his RSS feeds as household words-
Miss604, Hummingbird604 and Kris Krug,
Jeremy Lim and Dave Olson, Monica Hamburg and Beyond Robson-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And 604 shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that votes for jnarvey.com
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Vancouver now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That voted with us upon 604’s day.